Maybe we eat there too much?
Diane and I sat down at our local sushi restaurant two days after I bonked my forehead.
Our waitress asked, “What did you do to yourself?”
I said, “Diane hit me with a rolling pin.” I got my laugh and then I continued, “I’ll have a Sapporo and…”
She interrupted, “Would you like something for it?”
“Naw, it’s nothing.” I said, “And Diane would like…”
“But we have Neosporin.”
Last night, I arrived, sans Diane, and three separate people asked me why I was alone.
Diane bought a new Subaru Impreza Wagon. She had two dealers, one local and one on The Automile in Norwood, competing for her business. She finally agreed to Tony of Norwood’s price and when she informed local Carl, he appeared befuddled.
Ring dingy
“Diane, how much did you say you paid for your car?”
Ringy dingy
“Diane, did that include transportation costs?”
“Yes.”
Ringy dingy
“Diane, I don’t mean to keep bothering you, but did that price include a trade-in?”
“No.”
Diane knew she’d gotten a good price, buy Carl confirmed it. The next time you buy a car, she recommends using the internet to get dealer costs, etc. The next time you buy a car, I recommend you pay Diane to buy it for you.
Matthew drives home from school, parks his Honda, hops into the Subaru and speeds off.
To Ed: The April 18th issue of The New Yorker has a long article about Andrew Mclean.
Peter has settled into Evansville, after an overnight flight on a DC-10, sitting bolt upright in one of those non-reclining bulkhead seats while the the snoozer in front of him slept fully reclined.
From one of Joan’s many emails:
“Addressing your next email, yes, if Peter comes he has serious work to do.
HO & Mac first but then he needs to haul ass.
No frivolous time.
I doubt anyone can match your level of energy.
Although I gave it a shot last night. Up till 2:30 and back up at 6.
Remember my brain needs every sleep nanosecond & then still leaves something to be desired.
What else? Oh, Pete will surprise us.
I thought you would be useless.